A dark empty cell that needs to be dusted,
Sits in my noggen like a brain that is busted,
Knowlege and ideas used to be near,
But when I think for an instence they all disapeared.
Some taps on a pen and bangs to the head,
All my thoughts have drop down dead.
What can this be when your mind turns to lead?
Is it because....
Your being a bit brain dead?
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I got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt!
Guess whats inside it?!
